[Verse:]
The notes in your pocket
Are moments stole away
And thatâs when life is hard
Bits of nothing but workdays
The feeling of fluid christmas
Thatâs how you always feel
You hide in a dream
You take with you
The hope they try to steal
Thunderstorms, your pale joy
With bastard ghost calling
Whether your heart break, leave the world
Stop reaching, for youâll find morning
You already paid for your mistakes
You ran right into them
Breast cancer, schizophrenia
And all ??? is broken
You dream a lot of your mom and dad
And the provincial sweet blue sky
Autumn is as beautiful as love
And it kills you as you rise
Everything pulls out
But none into your heart
Counsel recs, empty football fields
Childrens toys buried under the grass
Wish my life was like the [?] of a soft dog
[?] except break your heart
Midnight and magic
I think I have figured it out
Magicâs the small chance of gifts
The fireworks under the heaven
The ashes of the school
A little cat that slept inside my coat
An orchid stuck inside my throat
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- Fields and Streams
- Sonically Speaking, Volume 7: Juni 2002
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